A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

The next morning, Song Zili got up early. She washed up, ate something simple in the kitchen, and then knocked on Song Ziyuan's door.

Song Ziyuan had actually woken up long ago, but he heard Song Zhili say yesterday that he needed to fast.

He hadn't eaten anything after getting up in the morning, but instead sat quietly in the house waiting for Song Zhili to come over. Now, hearing the knock on the door, he couldn't help but start to get nervous.

"Come in."

Upon hearing Song Ziyuan's voice, Song Zhili pushed open the door and went inside. She moved a chair over, sat down by the bed, and took Song Ziyuan's pulse.

Seeing that his pulse was steady and there was nothing unusual, she withdrew her hand.

Then she got up, went to the door and closed it tightly. After that, she took out a packet of powder from her sleeve and put it under Song Ziyuan's nose so he could smell it. After a short while, Song Ziyuan fell into a coma.

Seeing that Song Ziyuan had fainted, Song Zhili walked to Song Ziyuan's side, patted his face, and gently called his name in his ear.

Seeing that he didn't move at all, she felt relieved and grabbed Song Ziyuan's wrist. With a thought, she and Song Ziyuan entered her space together, and Song Ziyuan happened to be lying on the operating table in her studio.

Song Zhili first gave him a comprehensive physical examination and found that apart from a broken leg, she also found some bruising on his head, but otherwise he had no problems.

Song Zhili was very puzzled as to why he had bruises on his head, but the most important thing now was to treat his leg, so she put the matter aside for the time being.

Seeing that he was not allergic to any medication, she took an anesthetic needle and gave him anesthesia.

After a while, Song Zhili checked the time and saw that the anesthetic should have taken effect. She then went to the side to change into a sterile gown and put on a mask.

She turned on the operating table light, put an IV drip on him, then found something and broke the bone in Song Ziyuan's leg. She then cut open the flesh of his leg, picked out all the bone fragments, and then put the bone back in place.

After doing all this, she stitched up the wound, got a cast, put his foot in a cast, and finally found gauze to wrap the cast around it several times.

After she finished doing all of this, she glanced at the time and realized that about five or six hours had passed. She was covered in sweat.

After glancing at the time, Song Zhili calculated that Song Ziyuan's anesthesia hadn't worn off yet.

Taking advantage of the break, she went to the kitchen, took out a bucket of instant noodles, made a bowl of noodles, and started eating.

After she had almost finished eating, she returned to the operating room and saw that Song Ziyuan was still lying motionless on the bed. She glanced at the time and saw that it was almost time, so she took Song Ziyuan with her and left the space.

Shortly after the two of them left the space, Song Zhili saw Song Ziyuan's hand move, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no feeling in his body, which terrified him.

He struggled to turn his neck and saw Song Zhili inside. He asked anxiously.

"Little sister, how's my leg? I can't feel it anymore. Is it...?"

Song Ziyuan was interrupted by Song Zhili before he could finish speaking.

"Second brother, don't overthink it. Your leg is fine. I've already healed it. You might not feel anything right now because I used anesthesia on your leg earlier, and the effects haven't worn off yet. Once the anesthesia wears off, your leg will start hurting again soon."

Hearing Song Zhili say this, Song Ziyuan finally felt relieved. He had been terrified when he opened his eyes and couldn't feel his legs.

"Second brother, if you feel any pain in your legs later, you must wait until you pass gas before you can eat. If you pass gas later, you must tell me."

Hearing this, Song Ziyuan nodded earnestly, then looked at Song Zhili with some puzzlement and asked, "What is exhaust?"

Song Zhili was momentarily speechless, then leaned down and whispered in his ear to explain.

After hearing this, Song Ziyuan's face turned bright red, even to the roots of his ears. "Okay, I understand. Little sister, you go and rest now."

When Song Ziyuan said this, he turned his head to the side, not daring to look at Song Zhili.

Song Zhili also noticed Song Ziyuan's expression. She knew that Song Ziyuan was shy. She stood up, rubbed her stiff neck, and walked out of the room.

When she opened the door, she was surprised to find that Li and Hu Cuicui were sitting at the door making fish balls.

Song Zhili's lips twitched. Good heavens, so this is how they guarded the door for her.

"Da Ya, you're finally out! How's your second brother?"

As soon as Hu Cuicui saw Song Zhili come out of the house, she asked anxiously while straining her neck to look into the house.

The lighting inside was poor; it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything.

"Yes, Da Ya, you've been inside for several hours. You must be tired. There's some food warming up in the pot for you. Go and eat something, then go and rest."

Hu Cuicui noticed that Song Zhili looked tired. Although she felt sorry for Song Ziyuan, she felt even more sorry for Song Zhili.

"Okay, Mother, come closer, I want to talk to you."

Song Zhili beckoned to Hu Cuicui, and when Hu Cuicui's head came closer, she lowered her voice and whispered in her ear.

"Mother, if your eldest brother passes gas in a little while, please cook some porridge for him and feed it to him. Don't give him anything else to eat for the time being."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, she realized that they might not know what "exhaust" meant, so she explained it to Hu Cuicui as well.

After she finished speaking, Hu Cuicui nodded repeatedly to indicate that she understood.

Song Zhili was indeed tired. She had already eaten a pack of instant noodles in her space and wasn't that hungry, so she simply went back inside, lay down, and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was already dark. She got up and went straight to Song Ziyuan's room to check on his condition.

Seeing that he was not in any discomfort, she was relieved.

She ate a quick bite in the kitchen, chatted briefly with Hu Cuicui and the others, and then went back inside. She had slept quite a bit in the afternoon, so she wasn't very sleepy. She went to her room, grabbed a bag of potato chips, and sat on the sofa to start watching her favorite shows.

The next morning, Song Zhili came to Song Ziyuan's ward again, gave him a sleeping potion, and took advantage of his unconscious state to bring him into her space to give him an IV drip.

I also disinfected and changed the dressing on his wound.

Time flies, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye. During these days, Song Zhili would come to Song Ziyuan's room during the day and take him into the space to receive IV drips and change his dressings.

His wounds have healed very well, and he no longer needs IV drips, so Song Zhili no longer needs to bring him into the space.